He admittedly found a sense of relief when he was told that this sort of thing didn’t happen day-to-day. It gave him hope that things would be okay, that they wouldn’t expect any more uprooting of wolves from their homes to this land. Of course, if this was just the beginning of the problem, then perhaps they had something to fear after all. He would once more bring this issue in front of his family, get their opinions on it with any new information he gained today. His nose wrinkled lightly as he debated back and forth with a frown on his features.
“It’s a possibility I guess. There had to be some kind of venom to make us sleep but why they kept us alive is a mystery.” Nonlethal venom? That was a possibility. He was quickly shaking his head. “Nope. It just had a furless pelt, except for it’s head. It’s paws were weird and could pick things up with them, and they only walked on two. The other two were just going all over the place. My cousins and I were all dropped here, my sister a few days later… all the same story. Another wolf was dropped and rubbed with scent from my homeland so she’d smell like us, which was weird and different. I only know of these encounters though…” He wasn’t afraid to share this information, not when it was so relevant.
“We’re just trying to find out home. We lived on the sea before this. I miss the fish there.” Vayko and his goddamned fish.